Sitting on a flight to Vegas with at least another 3 hours to go. Contemplating the absurdity of this trip. Flying clear across the country for a single meeting.

As I was going to airport, the cab driver told me that he was going to San Diego this coming weekend. It'd be his first time flying in over 10 years.

Sitting here on this flight, my 5th in 7 weeks (including 2 transatlantic trips), I'm actually a bit envious of him. He was so excited of going to Sand Diego .. he was going somewhere.

I've completely lost that sense of excitement. Travel has become a painful form of long-distance commuting. I'm wasting precious hours of my life waiting in airports, airplanes, hotels, conference rooms .. wasting time going nowhere.

I have to change this somehow.

- another note from my phone